Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

Fir slid into the driver's seat, feeling the leather hug his body as he sank in. His hands found the steering wheel, and he gripped it firmly, feeling the power of the machine at his fingertips.

He turned the key, and the engine roared to life, the sound filling the air and vibrating through the car.

This particular model of Ferrari was convertible (Retractable Roof), so the scent of gasoline and leather mixed together, filled his nostrils and sent a thrill through his body.

The moment he pulled out of the driveway, he felt the car respond to his every movement with ease, and a smile crept across his face.

"Whoooooah !!!" he screamed in excitement.

The wind whipped past him as he drove, the speed exhilarating and the feeling of control even more so. It was as if he was meant to drive this car, and his instincts took over as he deftly navigated the streets.

He cruised along the winding streets of the wealthy neighborhood, marveling at the grandeur of the houses that lined the road. Each mansion seemed to outdo the last in terms of opulence and extravagance.

Along the way he watched with curiosity as a sleek Lamborghini zoomed past him, the roar of its engine echoing through the streets.

A sly grin crossed his face as he eyed the Lamborghini. The sleek lines of the car and the rev of its engine were a siren's call, tempting him to race. But, with a shrug, he decided against it.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous today," he muttered to himself.

While driving through the neighborhood, Fir's eyes caught sight of a massive building that looked more like a hotel than a mansion. It was a strange sight to see in this type of Neighborhood.

The Diamond Club House loomed over him, its impressive exterior reflecting the glint of the supercars that were parked outside. He couldn't resist the urge to explore the place, and so he parked his own car and made his way inside. As he walked through the main gate, he was met with the sight of even more luxurious vehicles, causing him to feel a little insecure about his own car choice.

Fir was lost in thought, contemplating whether he should have brought a more impressive vehicle when a voice pulled him back to reality.

"Are you new here?" The voice belonged to a handsome man with an average stature , brown hair and eyes . Despite his height, there was an undeniable confidence in his voice and a twinkle in his eye.

"Fir," he introduced himself, extended his hand and gave the man a firm handshake.

"My name is Justin. You really don't seem to know who I am. Are you not from around here?" He chuckled.

Fir raised an eyebrow in confusion. Who was this man? Was he someone important? Despite his small stature, he acted like someone of high status . After all, Evangeline was smaller than him, and she was still an important figure.

"Are you perhaps a very important person?" Fir asked with a puzzled look.

"Nah, just a regular guy," Justin chuckled, seeing Fir's confusion.

"Would you like to join the club house? I can help you sign up," he offered, trying to change the topic.

Fir couldn't help but think of Justin as a "shorty," but he decided to follow him anyways.

As he followed Justin into the Diamond Club House, he was greeted by the sight of a luxurious interior but it was not enough to impress him. The walls were adorned with modern decor, and the ceiling was dotted with sparkling simplistic chandeliers that bathed the entire space in a warm, inviting glow.

Fir noticed four women waiting for Justin in the lobby. They greeted him warmly but couldn't help but stare at Fir in admiration.

He was dressed casually, but his clothes were clearly high-end designer brands. His brown Hermes jacket paired perfectly with his Gucci gray pants, and his Aubercy Diamond-Studded Shoes worth $10,500 shone as he walked.

The girls exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

"Who's this guy, Justin?" one of them asked, her eyes gleaming with interest.

"Just met him outside. His name is Fir." Justin shrugged nonchalantly.

"Hi , my name is Fir Walker"

The girls' eyes were fixated on him as he gave his introduction. His voice was firm, commanding attention from everyone in the room.

Zelena's gaze lingered on him a little longer, studying his features with interest. She couldn't help but notice how his sharp jawline and piercing dark eyes were perfectly complemented by his casual yet sophisticated attire.

"Fir, that's a rare name. Are you perhaps a foreigner?" Zelena asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Fir gave her a small smile before answering.

"Yes, I am. I was born and raised in Europe." He based his answer to what Evangeline told him.

"Wow, that's so cool!" Ryley exclaimed. "What brings you to California?"

Fir hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal too much about his past.

"Just wanted a change of scenery," he finally replied, keeping his answer vague.

The girls nodded in understanding before Zelena spoke up again. "Well, we're happy to have you here, Fir. You should join us for some drinks later tonight."

Fir couldn't help but feel a little flattered by the girls' attention. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied with a small smile.

As they approached the Club Attendant, Justin spoke,

"Miss, this guy wants to join the club."

"Of course, Mr. Justin. Can you provide me with any identification, sir?" The female attendant smiled and greeted them professionally. She sized up Fir and was impressed by his appearance and natural charm.

Fir nodded and handed over the ID that Evangeline had given him. The attendant inputted his information into the system and suddenly exclaimed, "This..."

Everyone turned to look at the attendant, curious as to what she had just discovered.

"What's the matter?" Justin asked.

"I'm sorry for not recognizing you, Master Fir," the attendant bowed her head in respect. The system had released a notification that Fir was considered a Super Important Person, a VIP of the highest caliber.

"For real ?" Justin and the rest of the group were stunned. The Diamond Club House was one of the most exclusive clubs in all of California, with over 18 branches throughout the United States. Not just anyone could be considered a VIP, and even Justin, a popular singer, was only a silver member.